Sir Harry was in his en suite hotel room, and was deep into one of his

Published Saturday, 12th Sep 03:41 BST

Sir Harry was in his en suite hotel room, and was deep into one of his dating womenwebsites when he decided that he wanted a drink. He turned away from the computer for a second, and then dialled in the number for room service. The room service lady promised that she would be there with his drink as soon as possible. Sir Harry went back to his dating women website.

At about ten thirty or so in the evening (which was over twenty minutes after Sir Harry had ordered his drink) there was a knock on the door. Sir Harry sighed at the shoddy service of the supposedly five star hotel, and got up off of his massage seat in fron of the computer to go answer the door. It was, as you can probably guess, the room service lady.

'Her is your drink, sir. We apologise that the service was so late today, the hotel is very busy with newcomers. It's the beginning of the peak time sir. To say sorry for any inconvenience we have caused you by such lateness, we have here a jar of salted peanuts, free of charge.'

Sir Harry took his drink, not to mention the salted peanuts, and then slammed the door in the face of the maid. He went back to the computer and sipped the drink, which was a cocktail of some sort.

He had to admit, it was a really very good cocktail. It was exotic and sweet, and he could taste what seemed to be a fling of orange, or was it grapefruit? Ah, this was the life! Here he was, sitting in his en suite bedroom, with a dating women website displayed on the computer on is bedside table, and a delicious cocktail drink just waiting to be sipped. The fact that he was racking up very big debts back at home was not a problem: at least, not a problem forthemoment.

Sir Harry went back to his dating women website, every now and then taking a quick break to grab a couple of salted peanuts or a sip of cocktail. Suddenly he saw a very pretty lady on the website. He clicked on her image, to try and talk to her. The conversation opened up, and Sir Harry knew the name of this lady already. Ah, this was not good. The lady he was talking to, was without a doubt, his wife...

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